Sunday, July 10, 2016

For all my peeps! Due to all the shares, #retweets, likes and hearts of my BLOODBREEDER series sale...I am overly proud to say that there is already 77 names going into the #print book #giveaway hat! As of right now Diane Brents name is in the hat 5 times! I will continue to keep count until the sale ends.

3 signed prints of my contemporary romance: Uncertain Meanings

3 signed prints of Bloodbreeder's Living in Darkness Book 1

3 signed prints of Bloodbreeder's: The Revenge Book 2

3 signed prints of Short Stories of Twisted Tales

And two beautiful black stain glass goblet style wine glasses will be up for grabs.

First place will receive one of each book and the wine glasses. Depending on how many names go in the hat and how many ebooks in the Bloodbreeders series are picked up....which is another way to get your name an extra 1 to 5 times into the hat...will determine how the rest of the print books go out.

How will I know if someone picks up an ebook...because you will have to let me know..LOL If you already have the BB series then any of my 99 can't books will get you an extra entry.

Monday, April 25, 2016

I am a huge fan of Robin Renee Ray's writing, and am happy to say that she has amazed me once again! I absolutely loved, Uncertain Meanings. This book will have your emotions running the gauntlet; you'll laugh, cry, and cheer the characters on. Ms. Ray puts her character Crystal Rivers through quite a bit, but gives her the love and support of her Aunt Milly to get her through it all. Aunt Milly is a wonderful character, who is kind, loving, and very caring, but also has a bit of sass and is a spitfire, and reminds me of one of my own aunts. A great love story, mixed with suspense, and humor, that will keep you reading until you reach the last page. I highly recommend it!

It has everything you can hope for. You go from sorrow to laughter with suspense all thrown in together.

I would recommend this book to just about anyone.

It's just a real good book to curl up on the couch and read. Thank you Robin for writing this book .

Can't wait to read the next one.

BLURB:

Crystal Rivers had suffered many things throughout her life, but none was more shocking than the untimely death of her husband. Learning that her in-laws were not the loving people they claimed to be, she soon finds herself in the arms of her only living relative…her elderly, Aunt Milly.

Now with child, Crystal is determined to create a new world for her and her unborn baby on the majestic farm that she herself once enjoyed as a child. Falling in love was not part of that plan, but many things were about to come to pass that Crystal could have never imagined. Deceit and an attempt on her and her child’s life would test her will to survive, to the very core of Crystal’s sanity.FREE on Amazon until the 29th...Contemporary Love Story, Mild Suspense...A happy ever after that I wrote for my elderly mommy!

Saturday, April 2, 2016

I could not be more proud to introduce the book that tells how my Bloodbreeder's came to be in the 5th book written in my series. However, The Beginning was the 5th book to come to life so that those who follow the Heroes of this tales adventures...can know where their roots were first planted and where those origins came from.

The world had changed for all, not just the creatures of the
night, when the star’s fell from the heavens and destroyed the city where it
all began. He had searched its streets for ‘her’ bloodline…returning time and
time again for thousands of years before looking into the child’s eyes that he
would call son and all would come to
know as, Martin (Marteen) Lebrun.

This is the tale of how the bloodbreeder’s world came to
be…..

Excerpt: (Small note...Martin changed his own name from Notap that was given him as a small child. You'll read why that name was so hurtful to him and then why he had changed it as a man the further you travel through Martin's journey with him.)

“It has taken two life times to create, as
you said. And more normal and breeder slaves than any should ever own. It has
three levels underneath as well. Maybe one night you will be able to have a
look for yourself.”

“I think the great room is plenty enough
for one night. We leave in a few hours. So where is that wine and those women?
We do not have until the crispy side of day. I have a home to finish and my
workers will not do a damn thing without my whip,” Amir glanced back at Notap
and shook his head no.

Notap just stood there not knowing what to
do. It felt like something had a hold of his thoughts, his actions, and there
wasn’t anything he could do about it. That, he did not like. With all that he
had he forced his head toward the door. “I am in control over my own body,” he
hissed as he forced his right leg to take a step and then the left. “I belong
to no one.”

“Notap, come sit with your master,” Amir
said and like magic Notap turned and walked over and sat down on a pillow at
Amir’s feet.

Zohar clapped his hands, “Yvette, our
wine, now!”

A young woman, slender, with waist length dark
hair came walking out of one of the dark tunnels carrying a tray holding a vase
and several wooden mugs. She wore a blue wrap-around cloth that covered her from
her breasts to her feet and opened between her legs, almost showing her privates.
The material was so thin you could see her entire body as if she wore nothing.
Notap couldn’t stop staring and watched her every move. She poured a small
amount in the mugs she handed Amir and Zohar, but was stopped when she went to
fill a mug for Notap.

“You may fill his to the top. Unlike you,
he is given the choice of when he wants to be brought over. I told her that
cries of never, never, never would
not work. But they never listen. Now do as you are told and then leave my
sight.”

“I think you are beautiful,” Notap
whispered, receiving a smack in the back of the head by Amir.

“I tell you, normal…once you become a man
and are one of us, you can have her. She is nothing but one in a hundred to me.
Used women are just that, used women. No matter how long you wait, she will be
worth no more than the trash she is now.”

“You have everything, correct?” Notap
asked.

“Notap…”

“No Amir, let him speak.”

“You have everything, the best of
everything. Even your wine is the sweetest that I have ever put to my lips,” he
took a huge drink. “And that surely means your personal guard is the best that
there is, without a doubt?” Notap pulled his braid around feeling the tip of
his thin blade.

“I concur with all you have said. What is
your point, normal?”

“If I can beat your best will you sell the
woman to my father, being she is but one in a hundred to you?”

Zohar burst out laughing and Amir joined
in. Paluto also began laughing along with everyone else in the room, so Notap
tried to laugh out louder than all of them. “If you are this sure of your best
then make the bet and take the deal.”

“You cannot take my best with your normal
hands to his breeder strength. What games do you play at, boy?”

“Your guards claimed I did not have a
weapon and they are the best. I did
not say a word.”

“Does my best get you for the night if he
pins you on the count of say…three?”

Notap saw Amir shaking his head and knew
he could not interrupt and demand anything other than give the order to take
down Zohar’s best. “What say you, Amir?” Notap wanted to call him father, but
had no idea what he had told the master of the keep.

“I say do what you do best my son and make
me proud.”

“Yes…Father. Zohar, send out your best!”

Everyone in the open room made their way
to the walls, pulling the tables with them as they went. Some spoke among
themselves, while others pushed and shoved, throwing things down on the table
tops, betting on how long the normal would stand. Vibrations shook the wooden plank
floor with each step. The biggest breeder that Notap had ever seen bent down to
walk through the seven foot high archway and then take two more giant steps to
stand in front of his master.

Notap looked at the man-beast from the
back of his large feet to the top of his shaggy head. He then looked around at
his father who was tapping lightly at the left side of his chest, then looked
over, adjusting the cloth as if someone were watching him.

“This small normal wishes to try and beat
you in battle. If you do your very best not to kill him, he will be yours this
night,” Zohar paused as the man-beast growled out his approval. “But, also know
that he will be doing his very best to kill you.” Those words had the entire
room erupting in laughter again. “Pin him down for the count of three and you
win. You will know if you lose because you will be dead,” Zohar shrugged. “Now
go make your father proud.”

Notap backed away as the big man turned to
face him. “You are as ugly, as you are big. How did any change you and live to
tell the tale?” The man-beast took three running steps, reaching down for Notap
who was far too fast for the out-reached hands. Notap leaped up on one of the
tables, moving right as one of the man-beast’s fists came crashing down. He was
unbraiding his hair as fast as his legs would move to stay away from the
creature that was chasing him, all the while giving the crowd a spectacular
show. Feeling the string covered grip, Notap pulled the thin, six inch blade
free.

Running up behind the beast he sliced the
back of his left knee and kept running, sliding under a table then moving
quickly to the shelter of another, as the man-beast screamed out, making his
way to crush another table to find his query. The other breeders began kicking
at Notap to get him out of their area, seeing that the best had no care of who
or what got in his way. Four male breeders already lay moaning on the floor,
because of the weight of the man-beast’s fist.

From in between two tables, Notap leaped
out and hit the man-beast under the jaw with his thin dagger. Both stood there
looking into the other’s eyes, both seeming to be a bit confused. Then the
man-beast spit blood and coated Notap’s face and upper chest. He then
backhanded Notap off of the table while he was trying to clear his eyes. As
fast as the man-beast could move he was on top of his prey using one hand to
hold him down on the floor.

“Remember that pressure boy, which is the
very thing that he will be doing this night,” Zohar yelled out, swatting Amir
on the arm. “Looks like your son should have not spoken so soon. Maybe you should
have taken him out more often.”

“Maybe it is you who has spoken too soon,
Zohar.”

“You will never touch another, you pig,”
Notap hissed as he shoved the dagger deeper into the man-beast’s heart. He then
pulled his legs up and kicked out as hard as he could; hitting the end of his
weapon and seconds later was covered in a thick black gore. “What in the stars
is this?”

“It means you won,” Amir said as he stood
and started clapping. “My son of which I am very proud!”

“Yes, he has done well this night. And the
woman is yours. But, watch her well. She is not an old breeder, but a very
crafty young one. She has never disagreed with a command and tries even harder to
please than any I have owned. She is one I do not mind being rid of. The stars
do not line up where she is concerned.”

“She will be Notap’s problem, not mine. If
she does get out of order, then he can be her whipping boy until he tires of
it.” They shook hands and Amir stepped down to greet his son.

“I won, Father. But, I do not know why he
turned into this?” Notap turned his hands over to show his father the black
gore.

“The older that our kind are, the
different our deaths become. Some turn to ash, some who are young remain the
same, or simply wrinkle. But, you can ask your new servant to help with your
bath once we return home.”

“You bought her then?”

“You won did you not?”

“I did, but I did not think he would keep
his word.”

Amir cleaned at
Notap’s face. “He does not trust her, or he sends her to seek information about
us. Either could be truth, but no matter how you look at it, she belongs to us
now.”

..........

I began writing Bloodbreeders: The Elder, book 5...and 6 in the series, this past week and have very much enjoyed my own continued adventure with my fang babies. I apologize to all who have been waiting as my 'semi-normal' world and health has decided to level out enough to allow me to get back to work. And I have NO plans on slowing down.

I would like to Thank all who have been so kind to stick with me and those who are still here after the lengthy time that I was away. Many blessing and super BIG hugs from a writer who is extremely grateful to have readers/friends/family of the Bloodbreeder clan such as all of you!!! Not to mention supporting me with the books that I have out there, that also needed attention in the worst way!

As a writer, I will do my best to not let you down and continue to release my work...and without a doubt, share by creating the rest of the Bloodbreeder's tale.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Taking a two to three week road trip...alone! Staying only at places with electrical plugs.

I will be living in my truck with its camper shell. Cook on my mini grill and writing at least seven to eight hours a night or day?

Best part besides being alone...is having so many weapons that, that alone could get me busted. ; )

I hadn't told anyone in my family, other than my daughter...until last night when I finally told her dad. Yes, they all think I'm nuts....and maybe I am. BUT, I've lost my beautiful area of Burkett, Texas and will not be going there ever again.

Doing the price check. Camping in my big truck, also with me being small enough to climb through back window, where as I will not have to go in and out after dark. The trip will cut my cost by 3/4 compared to paying for a room for 14 to 21 days.

My plan is heading out by early November and to drive back in close to the end. I'll have take loads of good food, loads of healthy drinks..LOL Being I cannot eat anything goog,,lol

Personally....I cannot wait and I have a feeling that this is going to seem like a forever wait and I'm already packed..LOL

First question that I was asked: "Aren't you afraid?"

ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! If I could drive out tomorrow, I would have been gone today~

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

I have a little excitement that I cannot wait to
share with my peeps who enjoy my style of writing. Book one in my second series
is almost ready for its launch onto my list of what most would not expect from
a Granny..LOL. I am doing my ‘Grandma Snoopy Dance’ because I have seen the
cover of my Piper Vale book one and if I could create ….I would not be able to
get Piper Vale’s introduction anywhere close to the ‘On The Money’ that Rebel
Angel Designs did. But I will share when RAD is finished doing her magic!!!! She sure has an eye for creating!!!

I’m correcting what my editor sent me back and on
Ch. 8 and will put in about 8 chapters a day until done. The reason I don’t
just slam it out and be done with it is….I have started a short horror read and
may have taken a pen name for the second read I started a week after the
editing and short story hit. So now I am working on all three … a little on
each one every day that I can get time to hit the keys. I always said I wouldn’t
use a pen name, but I HAVE to write at least one thing in every genre out there….and
the name of the last thing I began working on this month is: Animalist Desires…a full on lust at
first sight small novella, very much erotic and could turn out to be a “love”
thing? I really do not want my grand babies to grow into teens and see a read
with my RRR on it….Labeled sexy romance. ; )

My short horror read …. Something I enjoy doing to
get my brain in the mode to create…I write a short spooky tale? Secrets of the Swamp Fog which came to
mind when my husband and I took our first trip to New Orleans, Louisiana. We
were on the edge of the swamp land in the middle of nowhere and before it got
too dark you could see the moss hanging on the slopped branches of the wide
bottom root system trees that stood in the water. Not too long after it was
good and dark, the fog rolled in like it was being poured out onto our vehicle.
Pea soup fog is what my hubby called it. We drove on slowly until we found a rest-stop. Fog so thick you couldn’t see a
car go by until the second it past and there was very little traffic out.
Before we pulled over I went into warped mode and started telling hubby how
cool it would be if a fog face slammed into the windshield and slid up,
blackish mouth gapping wide as its thick fog hands gripped the windshield
wipers as if it would help it stay longer to glare in at us.

“You have one sick mind, babe.”

“Can’t you see this being several short spooky
reads?” I asked as he pulled into a serial killers perfect pit stop…to snag his
next vehicle and leave the owners dead in the potty..LOL

“I just want to get off this road before we have
an accident.”

“What if there is someone hiding in the fog by the
bathroom, waiting to get us?” I snickered.

He parked, got out and relieved himself close
behind the car and then got back in and said, “You can go up there and find
out.”

“Oh sure. I come back to find the driver’s side
door open, blood everywhere and the only sign of you is the drag marks leading
deep into the fog.” Good thing I didn’t need the bathroom, I was freaking
myself out a wee bit as well..LOL He would have never allowed me to go alone…just
saying~

Hubby crashed and I used the dash GPS to watch a
horror movie: One was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and I think the other was
Wrong Turn. Once he woke up and the fog was lifting due to the sun coming up….there
went my movies..LOL

Best shot in Wrong Turn..LOL

And then there is completing, The Book of Martin….so I can start Bloodbreeders: The Elders book 5.

It is a 'shhhhhh' thing. The Book of
Martin (Marteen) tells all....from the beginning of the bloodbreeder's
existence, as well as his own birth... taking us right up to the night he
first saw Renee at the farm in book one. And we are talking taking our readers
through thousands of years.

So much work and not enough brain power
or time! However….if I can get my time lined out, I may be able to pull off
getting it all complete in a few weeks’ time. All but writing BB5, of course.
Lots of hard work means no goofing off..LOL